The Perfused Fractal

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I’m listening to your tone.
Fading to one’s own existence
my miserable brain tries
to make the incomprehensible
comprehensible.
You are a riddle,
my very personal Theory of Everything,
the mystery
which binds me more
than the thought of the best hypothesis
to explain you,
because you are unapproachable.

Every analogy to describe you
fails to express your true complexity.
Perhaps you are
only
– and I dare to say “only” –
an analogy of recursive analogies,
a loop opening into itself,
that provides consciousness
here and there.

I hear you
in each of my thoughts,
see you
in everything
that is in front of me,
recognize you
in all your variations,
because you are diversity.
You are God.
You are chaos,
you are life.
And I would give everything
to understand you.

But this would probably
only
end in fatal inception;
I see it coming; Because no human of…

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I am a self-taught artist from Germany, science enthusiast and a kind of part-time writer (hobbyist) with a passion for physics, math, speculative and abstract thoughts and introspection.
In my works I include topics of these interests/ passions.
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